The GM: He then leaves the breadshop because he wasn't too clear with himself whether or not he was actually going in until very recently.
The GM: The small thatched house is the only house on the block without a second story. There is a small, open window with no glass in the front of the house. A man lounges in the shade of the front door.
Aqizzar motions for everyone to stay out of sight and come from the back/
The GM: Jude loiters in the far north western corner of the square adjacent to the road, peeking around the corner to look at the house.
Ferdinand Guiboché blending in with the crowd, tries to sneak around the back of the oversized shack.
The GM: There is a small alleyway seperating the thatched house from the building to the left of it.
The GM: Left from your side, that is.
The GM: Ferdinand walking through the alleyway, trying to be stealthy and looking like a seven foot tall man with a haleberd strapped to his back.
The GM: *walks
The GM: The lounging man flicks him a glance, then goes back to lounging.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "I have an idea.
The GM: Ferdinand is now standing in a small alleyway, with a dead end four yards away.
[DFC]Cthulhu directs the others to head to a shady spot nearby.
The GM: The walls of both buildings rise on either side of you.
Ferdinand Guiboché tries to see if there's anyone else around the place
The GM: It's cool in here. The sun's setting now and you're cast into shadow.
The GM: There is nobody in the alleyway. It's not that dark.
The GM: The man detaches himself from the wall and swaggers around the corner. "Alright there, friend?"
The GM: "Friend?"
The GM: He walks up to your turned back and taps you on the shoulder.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Hmm? I thought this alleyway went further down the road. Sorry if I disturbed you."
The GM: "Okay then. Newcomer?
Aqizzar facepalms at the scene.
[DFC]Cthulhu suggests we go get some bread while the giant deals with his problems.
The GM: The man stares at the back of your head, frowning.
Aqizzar: "I suppose we'll just do this the hard way."
The GM: "Are you SURE you're all right?"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Hm? Yes. I just don't like walking through busy streets. Too much staring. You can see why."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "I'll just go back, thanks."
The GM: The man lets you walk by, staring at you quizzically.
Ferdinand Guiboché walks back to Aqizzar and Francis.
The GM: You're back on the street. The street runs for another 40 yards to the north and behind you is the squar.
Aqizzar: "That went swimmingly."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Well sorry if I ruined your brilliant plans, but from the looks of it, we wouldn't have been able to sneak our way through anyways. Plan B?"
Aqizzar: "He's about to walk back in and say, Hey guys, any off you recognize an eight foot tall man with an axe."?
The GM: The door to the house opens and a man Aqizzar recognizes as one of the running thieves walks through.
The GM: He briefly converses with the door guard.
The GM: And then goes pale.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "PLan b is smash through the door and kill them so we can get our money back and go home.
Aqizzar: "Goddammit, let's just go for it."
Aqizzar: "Everyone puff up."
The GM: Turning to look at the crowd, he spots Ferdinand and yelps, running back inside with the door guard and slamming the door behind him.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "I told you, I'm a lover, not a fighter. Let the gigantic one do it"
The GM: The windows wooden covers slam shut a moment later.
Ferdinand Guiboché while walking quickly towards the house again, shoots a glance at Francis.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Regardless of what you may think, Mister Butler. I'm not a killer either."
Aqizzar: /draws his broadsword and saunters into action.
Aqizzar: oops
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Let's just get this over with so that caravan master will actually pay us."
Aqizzar does the idiotic and raps on the door to the cottage.
The GM: People are starting to head home. The streets are bathed in an orange glow from the setting sun.
Aqizzar: "Right ya taffers, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
The GM: There is no response from inside the cottage. You are surpised not at all.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Good, we won't draw a crowd now."
Ferdinand Guiboché walks up and kicks the door in.
Aqizzar: "You can give the cash back, or we'll take it back."
Aqizzar: "Hang on"
Aqizzar: "Anyone got a torch?"
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Uhhhh..."
The GM: The door, rotted and old, cracks under the weight of Ferdinand's mighty boot.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "That would burn all the stuff they stole, Aqizzar."
The GM: It falls off its hinges and falls backwards into the house.
Aqizzar: "Gold doesn't burn, fool"
The GM: Inside, four angry looking men draw swords.
Aqizzar: "Well, you're the one with the armor, and you openned the door"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "The house would though, and I doubt the city guard is going to accept any explanations we have."
Aqizzar: "Maybe we should do something about them now?"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Damnit, I was hoping they wouldn't fight."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Who says they'll find us"
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Anyway, stab them!
The GM: The four men rush out at you!
Ferdinand Guiboché takes a step back and draws his halberd.
Aqizzar motions to the men with swords.
Aqizzar: "Right boys, here we go!"
[DFC]Cthulhu reluctantly takes out his knife.
The GM: The enemy are two feet away, although technically they can't all get through the doorway so only one enemy is two feet away
Ferdinand Guiboché stabs at the closest one with his powerful poleaxe.
The GM: The polearm flies true! It is scary as hell for the dude on the opposing end. He tries to dodge it!
The GM: The polearm catches the man full in the chest! Oh Jesus that is not pleasant at all.
The GM: The man is pierced through by the polearm. It tears through his chest, almost cutting him to ribbons from the inside out. He's dead before you pull it out.
Ferdinand Guiboché steps out of the doorway to let the others through.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "That one went down quick."
The GM: Aqizzar barrels through the doorway, laughing manically. He takes a swing at the first foe he sees.
The GM: Nearly thrown off balance, Aqizzar recovers. The strike slashes down at the foe!
The GM: The man has no time to get out of the way!
The GM: He twists to the side, but the blow hits him anyway. His chest is sliced terrribly.
The GM: He falls into unconciousness.
The GM: The first porter rushes into the room, trying to bum-rush the third guy before he has time to react!
Aqizzar: "C'mon boys, we've got 'em on the ropes now!"
The GM: He swings his club at the man and misses completely.
The GM: The second man tries the same thing, hoping to overwhelm the bandit.
The GM: He misses so hard he almost whacks the first porter in the side of the head.
The GM: The third man, not known for his tactical acumen, does the same.
The GM: And, once again, misses completely, almost dropping his club.
The GM: The fourth man goes for the fourth enemy, seeing the third one is crumbling under the weight of his foes complete uselessness.
The GM: But stops at the door as Aqizzar orders him back.
The GM: He's only too glad to comply. The third enemy swings at the first porter!
Aqizzar: "Watch out!"
The GM: The strike is a good one. Things are not looking good for this porter!
The GM: The man tries to parry the strike but fails totally!
The GM: The flat of the sword strikes the porter as he tries to twist out of the way. He looks astonished but relieved at being unharmed.
The GM: The fourth man goes after the third porter, being closest to him.
The GM: But the man, deciding that competence is probably a desirable thing, moves out of the way of the blow.
[DFC]Cthulhu sees that the porters and gigantor clearly have things under control. He stays back near the entrance.
Ferdinand Guiboché bashes the thief next to him with the long shaft of his Halberd, trying to knock him out.
Ferdinand Guiboché totally typo'd and meant the flat of the axehead
The GM realizes that of course he did.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "GANONDORF... PUNCH!"
Ferdinand Guiboché PUNCHES THAT FUCKER RIGHT IN THE JAW
Ferdinand Guiboché delivers a lightning blitz of five different kinds of attacks to confuse the GM because he doesn't know what the rolls are for them
The GM: The punch flies at the man's jaw!
The GM: He counterstrikes with his blade and you pull the punch, thinking better of throwing your hand at a sharp object.
Aqizzar gets infuriated and flies all out at the guy.
The GM: Barely able to control his FLAILING LIMBS, Aqizzar nevertheless manages to aim a strike at the third thief.
The GM: The man is unable to block a spaz-attack of such proportions!
The GM: It proves to be his undoing. The attack kills him where he stands.
The GM: The first porter attacks the final man in the forlorn hope of disabling him before he embaresses himself further.
The GM: He misses. Oh, mother, you were right about me!
Aqizzar stamps his feet at the incompetence.
The GM: The second man hopes to put up a better show!
The GM: He forgets to actually swing.
The GM: The THIRD man tries to do it RIGHT.
The GM: And it looks like the attack is actually going to land!
The GM: Indeed, it does! The blow is too quick to parry and thuds into the target's chest!
The GM: He hears ribs crack, as the man staggers backwards from the wound!
The GM: "That's how you do it, you pansies."
Aqizzar: "Get him down. We need the others."
The GM: The man points his sword at the porter and collapses into unconciousness.
The GM: The porter is looking very please with himself.
Aqizzar gives hearty backslaps all around.
Aqizzar then searches the room for loot.
[DFC]Cthulhu: 'Was, was that all of them?"
Aqizzar: "I saw about a dozen, that was four."
The GM: On the enemies Aqizzar finds purses totalling up to 120 gold! In the room, however, he finds nothing save a hatch downards.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Looks like they had quite a setup here. Think the rest down there?"
Aqizzar: "Seems fairly obvious now
The GM: Outside you hear screams. Clearly, killing two people and disabling two others is a very overt thing to do."
Aqizzar tells the guy who took a hit to stay here with two others and guard the door."
Aqizzar: "Oh shit."
The GM: The porters all move inside to guard the door.
The GM: One of them drags the corpse of the first man inside.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Damn, and here I was hoping we wouldn't attract attention this late in the day. What should we do?"
[DFC]Cthulhu: "You mean what should you do?"
Aqizzar: "Hope no one sees anything, and doesn't come to an obviously seedy part of town?"
The GM: A porter closes the door.
The GM: "Ideas, sir?"
Aqizzar: "These berks wouldn't set up shop here if they expected the watch to make regular rounds."
Aqizzar: "We make this fast is the idea."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Point taken, let's find the stolen goods then."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "And hope the watch doesn't feel like having a word with us later."
Aqizzar: "Down the hole then."
Aqizzar: "Who's first?"
[DFC]Cthulhu acts nonchalant, and avoids eye contact.
Ferdinand Guiboché opens the hatch in the floor and looks down through it.
The GM: Through the hatch you see steps leading down to a cellar. There doesn't appear to be anyone down there.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "I'll take point then."
The GM: The cellar is lit by torches, and there's a table in one corner where a card game has been set up.
Aqizzar: "Right, let's get a good look."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Seems like they left this in a hurry. Think it was just the guys we roughed up upstairs?"
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Does anyone see the bag?"
Aqizzar: "That, or the rest weren't here."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "What was all they stole again? A crate of gold and some jewelry? I think we got the guy's pouch back already."
Aqizzar: "Dammit, what kind of hideout doesn't have a bolt hole?"
Aqizzar: "And a crate is a far cry from a coinpurse."
The GM: Another quick glance into the cellar reveals no crate, but there is a bag in the corner and what looks like an emerald sits winking in the firelight on the table.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "It's something."
Aqizzar: "Doth my eyes decive me?"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "That must be the jewelry. Guess we're still looking for the crate though."
Aqizzar: "...what do you think the bag is for?"
[DFC]Cthulhu opens the bag.
Aqizzar keeps a careful look over his shoulder.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "What's in there, Francis?"
The GM: Inside the bag you see gold! The root of all Weevils... or... point is, it's shiney and it pays for ale. You'd guess there's maybe 670 gold in the bag.
The GM: Hefting it, it weights about 10 lbs.
Aqizzar: "I think we're done here boys."
The GM: Rounding up, obviously.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Success!"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Guess that's the extra payment for our services. Now where should we start looking for the rest?"
[DFC]Cthulhu: "I have a better idea."
Aqizzar keeps a vry close watch on everyone as they gather up the goods.
The GM: Upstairs you hear a shout from the porter.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Let's split this up"
The GM: "Sir! Someone's coming!"
[DFC]Cthulhu: "And then, let's split from here"
Aqizzar: "Fuck, stuff the stuff."
The GM: "Several someones!"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "I hope that's not the city guard."
The GM: "And, uh, the door's not exactly structually sounds, sir!"
Aqizzar: "So make with the gabbing."
Aqizzar: "Everyone look businesslike."
Ferdinand Guiboché climbs back up to the main floor of the shack
The GM: Aqizzar wonders for a minute at the wisdom of hiring someone who'd use the word 'sounds' in a sentence like that.
The GM: Looking out the wreck of a front door, you see three men wearing armor bearing the crest of the city.
The GM: They're looking straight at you.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "So who wants to do the talking"
The GM: From the angle they're standing at, you doubt they could see the corpses, but should they come any closer they will.
Aqizzar grabs Francis and walks out for a chat.
Aqizzar makes sure they don't walk any closer.
The GM: The guard with the slightly better polished armor than the rest looks at the door then back to you.
The GM: "Broken in the earthquake, was it?"
Aqizzar: "One would think so. Just following up with some business acquaintences."
The GM: "Several, by the looks of it."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Alright, alright."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "How are you gentlemen?"
The GM: "I am fine, thank you sir. But I don't really care about your door or your business acquaintences. I'm more curious as to why there's blood on this man's sword."
The GM: The men behind him put their hands on the hilts of their broadswords.
Aqizzar: "Ran into some trouble on the way. Not a great part of town, as I'm sure you understand."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Yes, what he said."
Aqizzar: "Had to make sure our business contacts were alright."
Aqizzar: "Hang on, I'll get them."
The GM: The man nods.
Aqizzar goes inside, and hastily tells one of his porters to act cool.
The GM: The porter nods.
Aqizzar walks back out with a porter to act like a trader.
The GM: The porter waves frantically at the guard leader. "Hello sir! I buisness!"
Ferdinand Guiboché keeps his lips sealed as he stays put inside the shack.
The GM: "Uh... things..."
The GM: The leader just glares at him.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "He got blackjacked, he's still a little woozy."
Aqizzar: "It's been quite a hectic day."
The GM: The leader mutters "oh" and nods.
Aqizzar: "Anyway, what exactly is the matter, sir?"
The GM: "Alright. Well. Take care, there have been reports of rioting in several districts."
The GM: "There is no problem. Keep it that way."
The GM: He turns, motions for his friends and strides south down the road
Aqizzar whistles as everyone heads back inside.
Aqizzar: "Right, put the bodies down the hatch, and lets get out of here."
The GM: The sun has set.
The GM: You dump the bodies down the hatch quickly, being none too careful with the unconcious assailants.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "So are we going to look for the rest the stolen goods?"
Aqizzar: "Oh right, we were supposed to ask the knocked out guy where his friends buggered off to."
Ferdinand Guiboché sets off to one side of the room and brings out an old rag to wipe the blood off his halberd.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "I don't think we should, that's too dangerous"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "it'd probably be a bad idea to walk around town with other people's blood on our weapons."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Let's just split this up and be done with that whole affair"
The GM: The porter is being congradulated by his colleagues. He's grinning his head off.
Aqizzar remembers to give the sod a bit extra.
Aqizzar when he pays them later
The GM: Outside, the guards come charging down the road from the east.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "The caravan master needs his things back. I'll find them myself if you don't feel like helping."
The GM: They pass the house and pound up the north road.
Aqizzar: "Oh bugger."
Aqizzar: "shut the hatch, walk out, and be cool."
The GM: In the distance, you can hear screams and the sound of metal on metal.
Aqizzar: "Even better, let's get out of here."
Ferdinand Guiboché perks up at the sounds of battle.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Oh, don't tell me you're not at least curious."
The GM: You hear the twang of a crossbow string from somewhere close by.
Aqizzar: "After all that trouble..."
Aqizzar: "...yes, yes I am."
The GM: You hear the sound again, much closer. It's followed by a gasp.
The GM: And the wet thud of metal piercing flesh.
Ferdinand Guiboché finishes up with his Halberd before waltzing out the door of the shack and powerwalking towards the sounds.
The GM: Outside in the square, a body lies by the fountain.
Aqizzar remembers to wipe off his blade.
[DFC]Cthulhu follows reluctantly.
The GM: The screams of... not battle, but simply screams, rise again from the north.
The GM: Nobody is anywhere near you.
The GM: The streets are empty.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "That really doesn't sound good."
Ferdinand Guiboché draws his Halberd and continues walking in that direction.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Must be the riot, we should get off the streets."
Aqizzar: "I have a feeling that shack isn't the best place to hide out."
Aqizzar: "Maybe we should head back for the caravan."
The GM: Heading some ways down the street to the north, Ferdinand encounters no people. The houses to the left and right of him are bereft of light, and seem slightly imposing in this post-dusk semi-darkness.
Aqizzar: "If nothing else, we can ride out of town from three."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Hmm, no one here. And I suppose there's nothing I can do during a riot anyways."
The GM: At the end of the road, he encounters a t-intersection. To the right, not ten yards away, lies another body.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Yeah, I suppose we'll head back to the caravan master. We don't have much of his goods though."
Aqizzar: "I have a feeling he's not going to care too much."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "There's a riot going on"
Aqizzar: "My point exactly."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Let's keep his money and get the hell out of here"
Aqizzar: "Also a good idea.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "I'll take his stuff back myself if I have to."
Aqizzar: "Like I said, we can get a ride."
The GM: One of the porters shivers.
The GM: "I don't like this. We need to get out of here. I vote the caravan."
Aqizzar: "Right, you can go galavanting off where you will Tall Man."
The GM: Another porter is looking over the corpse by the fountain.
The GM: "Sir! This man was shot with a crossbow!"
Aqizzar: "Great, we're being invaded."
The GM: Smoke rises towards the north west.
Aqizzar: "Look sharp boys, we're heading back."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Civilians sure as hell wouldn't have access to that kind of weapon."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "We should probably get out of the city."
The GM: The porters nod and head over towards Aqizzar.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Let's head back now then. We'd pass by him on the way out anyways and the least we can do is return his pouch."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "If your grubby little fingers can part with at least that much."
The GM: "And also the bag of -" pipes up a porter before he's slapped in the back of the head by another one.
Aqizzar: "We'll see."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Don't judge me."
The GM: Twang. Thump.
The GM: Screaming.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Damn!"
The GM: From the west you hear screaming.
Aqizzar: "Where the hell did that come from?"
The GM: Looking around quickly, you see everyone in one piece.
The GM: The sound must have come from the other side of one of the western buildings.
The GM: The screaming cuts off abruptly.
Aqizzar: "I don't like the sound of that."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Damnit, if it IS an invasion we might want to get moving now. I can't protect you very well if I'm going on hundred to one odds."
Aqizzar: "What the Hell have I been saying?"
Aqizzar: "Let's get out of here."
The GM: A man comes sprinting down the road from the north.
The GM: He stops for a moment to catch his breath.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Hey, what's going on?!"
The GM: He looks at you, screams, and continues to flee south.
The GM: You shrug and follow him.
The GM: Upon arriving at the bottem of the road, you turn back on the path to the caravan.
The GM: You arrive at the trading post ten minutes later, having encountered no people on your route.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Do you see him here?"
The GM: At the trading post, there is, unsurprisingly, no one. More gold for you, you suppose.
The GM: There are a few horses here though. Dead as... well, as horses.
Aqizzar: "Well, this is not a surprise at all."
The GM: It looks like they have been beaten to death.
Aqizzar: "And yet, we're stranded."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Everyone just disappeared."
Aqizzar: "Who the hell beats horses to death, seriously."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "No human army could possibly sweep into a city so stealthily and without warning."
The GM: "Unless they didn't attack from the north, sir!" says one porter.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Sure they could, they're using agent provocateurs
Ferdinand Guiboché: "And if it were either that or a riot, you'd think we would have seen something besides some guards rushing to the fight, and a single man running away."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Agents provocateur. Whatever"
Aqizzar: "What kind of spies beat horses to death."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Anyway, gold is ours, trader's gone. Let's get out of here."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "The kind of spies they sent, obviously"
Aqizzar: "None of this makes sense. Except the gold, that makes sense."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Damnit, I don't know of a force on this continent that could do this. We should probably get the hell out of this city now."
Aqizzar: "Right, let's see if there's a stable around that wasn't invaded by whatever fools did this."
The GM: To the north, the road leads, mercifully, out of the city.
The GM: It looks like there's someone standing there.
Aqizzar: "Who's that?"
Aqizzar: "Hey, you the horsebeater?"
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Hey, what's going on?!"
The GM: The man to the SOUTH comes walking up the road.
Ferdinand Guiboché tightens the grip around his halberd.
The GM: "I don't beat no horses, y'honor."
Aqizzar motions to his porters to spread out and look around, as said before.
The GM: The porters take the hint and spread out and look around.
Aqizzar: "Well what in God's name happened here?"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "And who are you, for that matter?"
The GM: The man looks haggard. He's sweating profusely, his hair's plastered to his face and his eyes dart from left to right.
Aqizzar: "You ain't seen a caravan pass through have you, friendo?"
The GM: "I'm a breadmaker by trade, y'honor. I came out here the moment I heard the noises. It's me and my family's plan, y'see. Meet at the trading post and get the hell out. Only they haven't shown up."
The GM: The man nods.
Aqizzar mutters under his breath - "bread?"
The GM: "Yeah, there was one. The people on it were in a hurry to get away too. I asked them what was going on and they just said that there was rioting in the streets."
The GM: "Soon after that, a whole lotta people came this way, trying to get out of the city, had the same idea as me."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "It was no riot that did this."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "it was spies."
The GM: "Was it not? I heard that it was. The guards told me to get out of the city."
Aqizzar: "Don't make me say it again."
The GM: "I'm telling the truth y'honor, I've never beat a horse before."
The GM: "And I'm sure I never will."
The GM: One of the porters chuckles and mutters something that sounds like "beat" under his breath.
Aqizzar: "So what are we all doing then?"
[DFC]Cthulhu: "We're getting out of the city. How many times must we go over this before we do it?"
The GM: "Whatever you will, y'honor, but I ain't leaving without my wife and kids. I'm waiting here for another half hour then going back to find them."
Aqizzar rubs the bridge of his nose.
The GM: "That all?"
The GM: The man goes and sits down with his back to the wall of a shop in the trading post.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "if we can't find any damn horses then I guess we get to walk. Horseriding was one of the things my old Lord neglected to train me in anyways."
[DFC]Cthulhu points at Ferdinand. "No. We're not saving his wife and kids"
Aqizzar turns back to the shrinking group."
The GM: The man pipes up "Don't feel the need, y'honor. They'll be alright, I know they will."
Aqizzar looks to see where his porters have gone off to.
The GM: The porters are standing in various places around the trading post.
The GM: They all look nervous.
Aqizzar boggles at the stupidly of looking for horses to make off with in plain sight.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "if I can find an elevated area I could get a good view of the area, and we could find a safe route out and away from the city."
The GM: One of the porters points down the road that leads directly out of the city. "That could be one, sir."
Aqizzar looks at where he's pointing.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Keep him, he's the smart one. Let's hurry up and go before anything else interrupts us"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "I know that, I just want to make sure there's not a bunch of freaks waiting to ambush the moment we go down that road."
Aqizzar whistles for everyone to gather up and leave.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "We can take them"
The GM: The porters sigh with relief and follow Aqizzar.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "By that I mean you can"
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Although with the lack of places to look from, I suppose it's our only option anyways."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Alright then, let's go. I pray you and your family be safe, breadmaker."
Aqizzar wishing to be magnanimous, Aqizzar tosses a COIN to this guy too.
The GM: The breadmaker nods at the sound, lost in thought.
[DFC]Cthulhu starts on his way.'
Aqizzar: "Finally."
The GM: Heading south, you immediately feel like some sort of deathly weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
The GM: As you walk out onto the open road, you breath deeply.
The GM: This trip sucked.
Ferdinand Guiboché moves to the front of the group, securing his halberd back in its place as they finally leave the city.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Damn is it dark."
Aqizzar keeps one hand on his hilt.
The GM: To your north lies the city, to the south the road winds along ahead, splitting into two and curving off to the left some ways ahead.
Aqizzar: "Twice in one day we forget to bring a torch."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Although we'll need to put some distance between ourselves and the city before we set up camp."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "We should keep walking, and rest in the morning"
The GM: Mountains loom to the south. There's not much vegitation out here.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Maybe we should start heading east as well. We won't fare well in the mountains and I don't think we have any great desire to cross the border anyways."
The GM: Behind you, part of the city is clearly lit up by flames. Screams and clashing metal still carries on the wind and you feel very glad to be out here.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Damn, and now we see part of what's been happening."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "I suppose a riot could escalate to that proportion, but I severely doubt that's the case."
Aqizzar: "Nothing like a fast escape, right?"
The GM: One of the porters rolls his eyes.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "Of course it could. Ten thousand angry serfs running around torching buildings, breaking into armories"
The GM: "Shooting people with crossbows," says one porter.
Aqizzar: "Looting."
Aqizzar grubbles with regret.
[DFC]Cthulhu: "We got out of it with a few hundred gold
Ferdinand Guiboché: "I guess they could have raided the armory for those crossbows."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "We did well."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Although, did that city even have crossbows?"
Aqizzar: "What kind of city guard doesn't have crossbows?"
[DFC]Cthulhu: "What city doesn't have crossbows, are you dumb now?"
Aqizzar: "I have a crossbow for God's sake."
[DFC]Cthulhu: "You get hit in the head?"
The GM: After some consideration, you conclude that the presence of crossbows in the city indicates that there were crossbows in the city.
Ferdinand Guiboché: "I call it being well-traveled enough to know crossbows tend to be illegal in most places. The smaller variety I can see being here and there, but battle crossbows don't generally leave the military."
Ferdinand Guiboché: "Then again, I don't go into cities very often, either."
Aqizzar suddenly remembers the other half of his porters they left at the depot.
Aqizzar does a quick head count.
What would be really great right now is critique because there are many, many things I could have done better.
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